Trigger warnings: Mentions of eating disorders, self harm, substance abuse.

After tonight's show, which is one of the largest of the tour, Remington and Andy walk hand in hand out of the venue and to the bus, confused by what everyone's shouting at them. Remington looks at Andy, wonders if he has a clue about 'the video' they're on about. The man shakes his head, pulls him closer as they near the vehicle.

"I'm gonna find it," Remington decides, once the door is closed. "D'you think it'll come up if I just put my name in with, like, the most recent filter on?"

"What if it's not a nice video?" Andy asks, thinking he should check his phone in case Sebastian's been calling again. He looks at Remington. "What if it's to do with recording your therapy?"

"Fuck."

"If you're gonna look for it, wait 'til I'm done in the shower, 'kay?"

Remington hums. "Be quick then," he says, climbing into their bunk. "And can you also bring me a razor?"

Andy pulls the boy to the edge of the bed and stands between his knees. "I cannot," he says quietly (lmao I accidentally put capslock on over the words 'he says quietly' im doing great). "I can bring you a bar of soap, though. Would you like that?"

"Are you calling me dirty?"

"Well you are."

Remington pouts.

"Oh, come on. Babe, you were dirty as fuck in the shower the other night."

"Shut up."

Andy chuckles. "You were all Oh Andy! You're so sexy!"

Remington snorts. "I did not say sexy, you're a liar."

"But don't you think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, but I'll never use that word."

"I see."

Remington grins. "Also you smell real bad."

"I actually do know that, but thankyou for letting me know."

"Alright, no need for that."

The man grins back.

"Can you just look at me 'cause I like your eyes and they make me feel happy."

Andy puts a hand on either side of Remington's head. "You're too pure," he whispers, looking into his husband's eyes. He's quiet for a few moments before saying, "showering now."

Remington pouts and pokes Andy's cheek, lying back on the bed and playfully kicking the man.

"Fuck you, that's my dick," the older complains, "that wasn't very nice."

"Well you're leaving me for the shower, so..."

Andy laughs. "Yes, let me marry the shower."

"Can I be the best man?"

"No, kitty, you're the bridesmaid."

"I can live with that."

"Good. Now I'm going."

"Don't do anything bad," Remington says as a joke, unaware of the things Andy's hiding in there.

When the man finally joins Remington on the bed, he's wearing just a towel around his waist, save for the foundation that he already used on the inside of his elbow. He sits beside his lover and the boy leans his head on his shoulder. "You're cute," he says.

Remington types his name into YouTube. "You're sexy."

"Wow, I married a comedian."

"Look," the boy says, "this must be it."

"Inside Remington Leith, trailer.' Could've picked a better name. I wasn't even interviewed and I'm the one inside you all the time."

"Shush, this is serious," Remington says, though not without giggling.

"Watch it."

Neither of them can sleep after watching the short clip. Not only is it exposing things Remington has said to Abigail, but it also explains that Marcus is, in fact, part of it, that he doesn't have anorexia and was merely faking it. Remington feels sick and betrayed. He thought it was a good thing that he'd made a friend, thought he was doing what everyone wanted. He can't believe anyone would fake it, would make him, someone who openly struggles, think they had the same thing, wait for him to trust them, and then tell him it was all a lie.

Andy can't do much but hug him and whisper that it'll be okay.

"It won't," Remington cries, "it won't, it won't be okay." He presses his face into Andy's shoulder. "Why-why's everyone keep fucking me up all the time?"

Andy strokes his hair.

"What next? I find out you're-you're cheating on me?" The boy lifts his head to wipe at his eyes. "I wanna go home."

"You're gonna be alright."

"No, you don't-you don't get it! I can't eat, I-I need to cut, Abi lost her job 'cause of-'cause of me, everyone keeps lying to me, and-'nd I just can't do it."

Andy wants to say that he does get it, that he feels he's about to break himself, that he wishes he could tell Remington what he's doing to himself but knows he can't because it'd be too much.

The following night, while he's on stage, Andy realises he didn't shoot himself up in the morning, that, knowing his luck, he'll go into withdrawal during the show.

That's exactly what happens.